They had no aroma. Nothing cried out, begging me to create a story with them. I was going to continue with the rest of my day walking through the plans I had laid out before me.
God had other plans. He saw the beauty in each small petal, because He created it. He knew the significance in the small, even though I was ready to pass right by.
God asked me to make a choice. Decide yes or no to make an effort, return with my Macro and work with these gems. I was asked to create and share what He saw.